o zachodzie

Unsealed, on a porch a letter sat.
Then you said "I wanna leave it again."
Once I saw her on a beach of weathered sand,
And on the sand I wanna leave it again.                        
On a weekend I wanna wish it all away.
And they called and I said that I want what I said,
And then I call out again...
And the reason, oughta' leave her calm, I know.
I said "I know what I wear, not a box or a bag."

Can you see them? Out on the porch, but they don't wave...
I see them 'round the front way...
And I know and I know I don't want to stay...
Make me cry...

I see...I don't know why there's something else...
I wanna drum it all away...
I said "I don't...I don't know whether was a box or a bag."

Can you see them? Out on the porch, but they don't wave...
I see them 'round the front way...
And I know, and I know, I don't wanna stay at all...
I don't wanna stay...I don't wanna stay...